Bondage Blog

A fragment of a dream fragment posted by Orchidea:

I’m kneeling naked, head bowed, on a vast floor of grey slabs. The chill seeps up through my body and diffuses, but I’m too terrified to shiver; I’m paralysed, in thrall to the threatening silence interrupted only by the sharp rasp of the chain attached to my shackled wrists – that and the echo of the ringing slaps that explode in my head until I fear losing consciousness. This is before I crave and plead for merciful oblivion. The iron encircling my flesh is as cold, hard and relentless as the floor I cower on.

I’ve had dreams with scenes like that in ’em, but usually only when I was awake.